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i roll the free 10 roll. lunacub shows.
i roll another 10 roll. lunacub shows.
i roll some free tickets. lunacub shows.
i get another ticket. i see the lights spark. i see its a five star.
its lunacub
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Imagine, you get called in the middle of the night by some very disgruntled stranger complaining loudly about your F/O and demanding you come get them (Because you are listed as their emergency contact!! / you're known as being their 'keeper' 😅 )
What has your dumbass of an F/O done?
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"ashton could've learned from my mistake"
somewhere in the ether viktor briefly gained sentience sneezed five times then went back to doing ghost things
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“ look at me. “ from jai :3c i think ... he just likes grabbing her.
send “ look at me. “ for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment.
@metrictita likes to grab chiyo and you know what? i love writing it <3
she doesn't hear him at first. chiyo doesn't even realize jai's found her, back pressed against the wall of an alley, eyes squeezed shut, and holding her breath as she counts. when she exhales, it's stilted like chiyo's fighting with her own lungs, and when jai grasps her chin, tilting her head up to meet his eyes, he's met with a startled gasp and her panicked, brown gaze. she didn't want to be found, didn't want anyone to see her. it's ridiculous to be so overwhelmingly anxious because she lost jai in a crowd, and to feel helpless against her own body's reaction ignites a frustration that is unbearable. she hates this. she hates this.
but the panic melts into relief within seconds even as shame scorches her cheeks. chiyo presses her hands against jai's chest, focusing on the rise and fall of it and attempting to mirror his breathing. her eyes never leave his face but rather study the way his eyebrows scrunch when he's worried, the particular shade of grey his eyes are, the beauty mark just beneath his left eye, the slant of his nose, the curve of his mouth as he frowns. she lost him earlier, but he's here right now, chiyo reminds herself. there aren't people surrounding her, pressing against her from all sides. it's just jai, palms pleasantly warm against her jaw. she has nothing to be worried about anymore.
she leans into jai's touch without thinking and starts counting the strands of hair that hang in his face. " 'm sorry, " chiyo mutters, still breathless but visibly more relaxed. there is a tiredness in her voice, in the way her eyes become hooded. " didn't mean to worry you. "
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The more time I'm forced to spend with cishet white people (coworkers 😭) the more I miss being in mainly queer poc environments
My ass is not thriving and I'm literally staring at them like "have you not gone outside like ever. Have not you talked to. Literally a singular brown person in your entire fucking life. How have you never questioned the means of how the world around you operates. At all????"
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